There is such a traditional way of behavior on the Internet that for some reason it is customary to attribute it to the intelligentsia. Traditionally, this scheme can be called: “I do not know, this is under my dignity.”
The intelligentsia, of course, has nothing to do with it, the intelligentsia is aware that it is foolish to boast about ignorance. And I don’t know how to describe these people with a protruding little finger. They write something like: “And who is Kiselev?” or “What is Coelho?”
Here, of course, the variant: “I do not watch TV”, “I do not listen to Stas Mikhailov”, etc. By the way, TV is a different story. If you believe the comments, no one is watching him, he is literally not opening a decent person. How all these non-observant people manage to sneeze on talk shows and regular speakers on federal channels by knowing about the topic – I have no idea. It’s nothing but prudence.
How it started and where it came from – I do not know, but a person in a snow-white coat certainly comes to the comment of any post and, adjusting his pince-nez, writes: “Who is this?”, “What is this?”
And the picture of such a consciousness of citizens is, of course, poignant with its clarity. The motivation is understandable – a person is trying with all his strength to show that he is above such sad topics as the one under discussion. And she doesn’t even realize how funny and pathetic she looks right now. Immediately, like mushrooms after a rain, annoyed reviewers respond: “Were you banned from Google?” – and also in a circle.
As my high school math teacher said, everyone has fun to the extent of their immorality.
But seriously speaking, back then, I grew up first, when there was no Wikipedia and the Internet in general. Second, it was a shame not to know something. And it does not matter at all to which field this or that information belongs.
Before I speak critically about a particular director, writer or artist myself, I scrutinize his work. Dexterously smashing. In order not to look like a pretentious arrogant clown. And I’m sure I’m not the only one.
Moreover, there is information that does not require any effort. So called common places.
You can’t live in Russia and not know who Kiselev is, it’s impossible. And it is even difficult to miss popular artists if desired – after all, they are released from every iron. And every time you stretch your little finger and set the jabot depicting bewilderment on your face, you can gain a reputation not only as a neurosis, but also as an absolute medical idiot.
In general, attempts by Internet users to appear smarter than they are are not only poignant, but also hacked holes. Note that a supposedly intelligent commentator who has never heard of Kiselyov is not reading anything. He reads. “Rereading Dostoevsky…” (Tolstoy, Proust, add for your taste). After all, such a user overcame all the Russian and foreign classics, watching Kiselev and Dom-2 when we were children.
“Oh, von Trier…” writes one such user. Ask him—any movie, in fact—will definitely turn into a tiring tirade. The thing is, he probably didn’t watch any von Trier, but he certainly knows what a good person should do.
Hundreds and thousands of ways to show off are familiar to the domestic Internet user. He transfers them from mouth to mouth, inherits from neighbor.
Of course everything is great, but there is only one question that worries the author of this column. I will formulate censorship: why?
Give an answer. He doesn’t answer.
The author expresses his personal opinion, which may not coincide with the editors’ position.